Funny how things work out sometimes. One minute I am proud of who I am. The next, I sit here questionnig whether this is truly who I want to be. If only everyone could just let me be the "me" that I believe I was born to be.
What is or isn't respectable? What is or isn't right? And, according to whom?
Perhaps I am the girl who was never meant to care that they talk and stare.
What is or isn't respectable? What is or isn't right? And, according to whom?
Perhaps I am the girl who was never meant to care that they talk and stare.
You be you even if they talk and stare.